I love a fast car And you got a fast ride So won't you take me for a spin out on your highway 'Cuz it's rainin' outside and I know that a drive might
I got the key to the highway Packed up and bound to go I'm gonna leave here running 'Cause walking is 'most too slow I'm going back down to the border
Sin razA?n, sin poesA?a, no hay otra cosa que yo quiera hacer, con amigos estarA? ,tocando fondo y divirtiA?ndome!! come on over highway to hell!!
He just wanted us to call him Captain Da He said, "You can call me Da-da", whatever that meant Hey there, who me? Just your friendly neighborhood speed
And now, eternity Be still now I am with you I am deep within you You are at peace You cannot be harmed You will not suffer Breathe deeply Breathe in
Wir fahr'n fahr'n fahr'n auf der autobahn Vor uns liegt ein weites tal Die sonne scheint mit glitzerstrahl Die fahrbahn ist ein graues band Weisse streifen
Written by Rob Halford From the band, Judas Priest Well I've said it before, and I'll say it again You get nothing for nothing: expect it when You're
A hundred cups of coffee, five hundred cigarettes A thousand miles of highway and I ain't forgot her yet But I keep on moving, I keep moving down the
Bye bye baby, take me on a highway This time it could be heaven Even for a little while, didn't want to miss you Maybe I can make you feel fine I don
Friday night's pay night, guys fresh out of work Talking about the weekend, scrubbing off the dirt Some heading home to their families, some looking
My name is Joe Roberts I work for the state I'm a sergeant out of Perrineville barracks number 8 I always done an honest job as honest as I could I
Last night I was out driving Coming home at the end of the working day I was riding alone through the drizzling rain On a deserted stretch of a county
Uh, who's bad? I'm bad (That's right) I am Michael Jackson, Puff Daddy, bad Boy, I will strike you with the belt like your dad (That's right) I will (
Life's like a road that you travel on When there's one day here and the next day gone Sometimes you bend, sometimes you stand Sometimes you turn your
I'm a man who lives in the city I'm a man who lives in the street From FLA to Frisco Bay Everywhere in between Coast to coast there's a question Everybody
My name is Joe Roberts I work for the State I'm a sergeant out on Perenville barracks No 8 I've always done an honest job honest as I could Got a brother
I drove a Jimmy Diesel from Mojave Up to the summit of Cajun Headed down the hill to San Bernardino Pushed by twenty tons of silt and stone The warning
[Intro - Freeway - talking (Beanie Sigel)] (Damn Free, we like thirty seconds in on "The Stimulus Package" You ain't talked to the people yet) Yeah I
